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Showing posts with label Megalomania Running Wild. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Incognito

I meant it when I said it.
Just because I've still got my blog up, posting to it, and working on 'other things' doesn't mean I didn't mean it.

It's time to dump.
Scratching through hard drives, tearing up IPs.. there is MUCH work to be done.

What tickles most is how easy it is to NOT be distracted.

No silly blah blah, no PICTURE OF THE DAY, no 'I'm going to bed now'..

Just sigh, sit back, and get ready for ARMAGEDDON.

'No imagination'.

BAH!

There is nothing quite inspiring as a thousand small chunks of metal tearing up the chest cavity of a sad sack of human flesh.

NOTHING.

Divination is in the entrails, as they say in my line of work.

Let's get this GENOCIDE started.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Grifting

Greetings.
Lets discuss grifting.

Shamelessly yoinked from Wiki:

"A confidence trick is also known as a confidence game, con, scam, grift, hustle, bunko, swindle, flim flam, gaffle or bamboozle. The victim is known as the mark. The trickster is also called a confidence man or woman, con man, con artist or grifter. Any accomplices are known as plants."


"A confidence trick is an attempt to defraud a person or group by gaining their confidence. A confidence artist is a trickster who exploits characteristics of the human psyche such as greed, both dishonesty and honesty, vanity, compassion, credulity, irresponsibility, naïveté, and the thought of trying to get something of value for nothing or for something far less valuable. Con artists have victimized individuals from all walks of life."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confidence_trick

Interesting.

Now, before I become ruthlessly labeled as a con-man (epic lulz), I present this for clarification.
There has been talks (mostly smoke-filled back-room discussions) about grifting in all it's glorious and snidely repercussions.  Grifting, is an art-form, crude and tasteless as it can be, that one can polish into a fine sheen (for domed, masked, and tiger-blood variety).  It has been used in a lesser (higher?) form in many things; notably professional wrestling (re: wrasslin').  Where the mark (ie. YOU) are treated to a mind game and subjected to all manner of debauchery.
For your entertainment?
Sure.
For your dollar?
Exactly.

Now that that's out of the way, let's see how it applies to me.
I don't presume to speak for any villain, nor would I want to.
No.
But, let's see if what transpires in the next few paragraphs seems familiar to you, dear reader.
It all surrounds one fact:

Agent Wraith can be anyone.

This is absolutely true.  In fact, I surmise, that only one person can say that they are NOT Agent Wraith.  And that is you, dear reader.  Only you.  A room full of people could only speculate that they are not ALL Agent Wraith.  One is all that can say this.  There are many hidden faces in this and other communities.  Why, without proof that Agent Wraith is indeed Agent Wraith, one could never determine who he (or she) actually is.  Maybe (and it's a stretch) if the room full of people were listening to Agent Wraith, live, both on Ustream and Blogtalk.
Even then, only One can claim that they are NOT Agent Wraith.
Confused?  Nah.  Not you, dear reader.  Not you.
The individual, that is the One (no, not Neo), is the final arbiter of identity.
One could say they are NOT Agent Wraith.
But one could not guarantee that who they are talking with is not.
Only oneself.

Oh sure, I've claimed and denied this.  Multiple times.
It's called deception.
A lie within a lie (you'll have to go deeper).
Why?  Not the lulz, NOT THE LULZ, NOT THE LULZ!

Some time ago, in a dark secret corner of teh internetz, a formidable tyrannical creature proposed enhancing legacies.  I'm not doing that.  I mean, I will, but that's not what I'm up to now.
I am dissecting my own approach.

Okay, I admit it.  My legendary impersonations are not all that legendary.  Neither is who I am impersonating (Baron Terror excepted, OF COURSE!).  All these people, humans, villains and heroes (never again will I put heroes before villains) alike say:
"You don't want to mess with me!"  or
"I have your personal information, so behave!"  or
"I know where you live, I'll tell!"  or
"I'm going to get you!"  or
"Betray my trust and face my wrath!"  or
"Fear what I am capable of!"

Heh. To any who would threaten me like this, does not know me.
Or villainy.
Diminish your station.
Reveal yourself to be a troll, a snitch, a plebe.
Grifting could indeed lower station as well.
Bringing you into my confidence is not grifting.
Bringing me into yours is not grifting.

I've been trustworthy, haven't I?
I've been cordial, haven't I?
I've been almost.. nice.
Haven't I?
Am I not an agent of fear?
Am I not an agent of doubt?
Am I not an agent of chaos?

Do you really feel secure?



Now, rewind, reread and then proceed.








A little further.








Ask yourself this question:
Can you trust me?

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Zombie Apocalypse

If you have heard me say this once, it was the millionth time:

THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE IS REAL!

Oh sure, maybe not the OMG-Our-next-door-neighbor-Ned-just-bit-me or The-entire-city-is-crawling-with-the-undead.. yet. But there are other Zombie Apocalypse scenarios out there...

Let's go over some data.
Sort of.

First, let's see what the internets have to say... ok. That's scary.

But let's look at something a little less OMG-I'm-never-going-outside-again!

Okay, that didn't work either.

You know what?
Let's forget all that nonsense and talk about you humans.
That's where all the REAL DANGER comes from.

That's right.
Religion.

If there was ever a more clear and present threat, it's religion.
If there was going to be an uprising of any sort (alive, dead, or undead), it's going to be some half-moronic/half-gibbering-baboon that spits something the other half-moronic/half-gibbering-baboons don't like and then it's on 'like Donkey Kong'. And when I say that, I mean Donkey Kong and your mom.
That's right.
A great big ape that likes to throw all sorts of barrels in your mom's butt.
And let's face it.
Humans and religion really don't mix well.
Especially human religions that don't mix well.
Like Christianity and Islam.
Or Christianity and Catholicism.
Huh? No, they are NOT the same thing.
Mormons.
They got it right.
Right?

Look.
You say the earth was created by some mystical all-powerful, all-knowing, all-encompassing being. I say it was the Spaghetti Monster.

You can't prove me wrong and I can't prove me right.
Which is the same for any of your GODZ.

Wait, how did this become some half-assed tirade on religion and it's gaggle of brain-dead idiots?
Oh.. Heh. I just read my previous line.
Got it.

Hey all you Reverend Father Pastor Master Legends Of The Universe out there?
Yeah, you.
You got yourself a little online .jpg that says you're hot shit with G-D.. Nice.
You want to know what you don't have?









Dignity.

And Crossfire? A book, regardless of what inspiration it was formed from, that was written by man is NOT EVIDENCE that G-D exists.
It's evidence, all right.
Evidence that a lot of people went through great effort to convince future generations to listen to what MAN tells them to do. There's this thing called 'Position of Trust'. Abusing it is tantamount to evil.
And not the You-will-CROUCH-before-me-now-evil (that's the good, er, evil kind). No. I'm talking about the Do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do-evil.
That bass ackwards reasoning for telling your kids it's wrong to hold hands with the same gendered friends. And everything else that Master Legend and Toth-Toth get away with.
YOU.. Crossfire, fail to understand that I am NOT condemning, bullying, or forcing you to listen or convert to my way of thinking.

'Heaven' help you if you did.
Your eyes would be open, your heart as well, to a grand truth.
It doesn't matter what YOU have faith in.
It's what has FAITH in you.
Now meet my good friend Jesus Christo.
If there's a Zombie Apocalypse.. and Christianity is my 'only hope'?



I'm rollin' deep with this mofo.








Note: Don't get all cranky-pants. I am a creature of passion. I speak from a place that too few fear to tread.
Intelligence.
Now, leave all your snarky little comments below.